Today, I became resigned to the fact that I will never be able to deal with food without making a mess. It’s just a fact of life that I (and everyone around me) will just have to accept. Today was just one, small example.
I had a nice little container of Camellia Brand White Beans and Rice to heat up for lunch (yum!). I had waited patiently for lunch time to roll around, and raced to the kitchen as soon as my phone showed 12:00. (My computer still read 11:57, but I didn’t care.)
Surprisingly, there was no line at the microwave. I had the whole kitchen to myself. Which was a good thing, in hindsight.
The directions on the container said to peel off the metal lid. Ok, sounds easy enough. It’s always that last part of the lid snapping off that causes problems.
Somehow I managed to get beans everywhere. On me, on the table, on the wall. Yeah. Good thing I was alone.
I had just finished cleaning up the last of it when a co-worker walked in. I thought I had gotten away with my mess, until I walked back to my desk (with what was left of the now deliciously hot white beans that hadn’t been spilled), and saw this:
I have to walk around with this all day…
It’s ok though. I’m going out for wings tonight.
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